Late December '44

Here's the lyrics of the song I did last night:

Late December '44

Grandpa rode the train back home
Late December '44
He'd been away for far too long
To fight the second "war to end all wars"

He lived a life I only knew
In black and white photographs
Of soldiers smiling waving home
And friends that never would come back

I guess I never really noticed how he carried his years
Or asked him what he'd learned in his life
I guess I never paid attention
To how the world weighed down on him
He wore a scar from every place he'd been

I remember being small
And looking for a hiding place
I still see those two strong hands
Clear blue eyes and weathered face

I guess I never really noticed how he carried his years
Or asked him what he'd learned in his life
I guess I never paid attention
To how the world weighed down on him
He wore a scar from every place he'd been

The years are rolling by us now
I can't believe how far we've come
But I can still hear grandpa's laugh
Our memories are holding on

I guess I never really noticed how he carried his years
Or asked him what he'd learned in his life
I guess I never paid attention
To how the world weighed down on him
He wore a scar from every place he'd been